Ilman had to admit the scene had grown wilder than he could have ever expected. His species dealt with mutations, and the tragic experiences from the sunlight were still clear in his memory, but his opponent somehow put all that into perspective.
Most of the grey and black woods had disappeared, condensed into a single, gigantic figure. A gargantuan, twisted tree that towered over the area, seemingly wanting to connect the black ground to the white sky, had taken form, its size being only one of Ilman's problems.
The tree's trunk was truly immense, resembling a mountain rather than a plant. Its jagged, twisted surface could probably host entire ecosystems due to how big it was, but its branches and roots stretched even beyond that.
Two seas of intricate and thick arrays of sharp protuberances expanded on both ends of the giant tree.
Fuming roots dug through the black ground to create an impenetrable, ever-moving barrier that would snap at anyone attempting to cross it.
